Taste Of Medicine

[Toriety]

[bg=b5ad8d][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] Liquid pools watched the two males, shifting from friend to foe in what could only be deemed curiosity and interest. She was attempting to read the insane creature's expressions in response to Nuke's explanation and it was obvious that he wasn't buying the reasoning. Without much thought on the matter her lips pulled tightly backward into an only slightly curved smirk, a much more dulled down version of the crooked grin held by the dark hued dog. A large head cocked to the right as a slightly husky, yet still feminine voice etched through her fangs. "You put on an awful good show, cripple, though I may have to question your claim regarding your stupidity." Running would not be an option now, she must attempt her best to play the game though she was sure she would be unsuccessful. Her wide rear plopped to the earth in mimic of the shepherd's, radars dancing upon her skull in an ever alert manner. One furry brow rose skyward, "How would your queen feel if she didn't have an opportunity to decide. We all know how she gets her fur in a twist if she doesn't have the control." It was most difficult for no more to be said about the foul leader of the pack, to go on about her egotistical, corrupt way of life. Typical prissy princess gone bad. The question if the queen had ever even had to lift her paw in battle before was strongly throbbing through her skull. The wolf's approach caused a single aud to lock upon him, a narrowed glance being shot toward the largest beast she had ever laid eyes on. Nares spread intaking his scent the best she possibly could from her seated position. He was not a Metnal member so exactly what was his purpose here? Was the bitch gathering loners for a purpose unknown to the other two packs? A dryness scorched her mouth at the thought of it, tongue flickering within it's normally moist cavern hoping to rid the horrible taste of reality. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count • 356 Whispers • ...

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[crow]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Many thoughts coursed through the coyote's mind as the conversation came, she had faltered to utter a word, yet all of the others had muttered a few sentences. How must she show herself as a weakling? Sometimes things are too hard to say, some things that can boil inside of her. Something that was waiting for something to happen. That crackling laughter of madness sliced through the air so perfectly, that her ears hurt from listening to it, no, no she wouldn't talk. She would unleash that boiling anger when they'd fight. She'd fight 'till she wouldn't stand up. The fact that the loner came, all of the better. "Do my eyes deceive me or are there four little lost souls on Erida's doorstep?" "No pets allowed, sweethearts." "Heh heh-heh... I'm crazy, not stupid, kid." Those words stung her chest, they knew it did, those words were supposed to. Some words didn't even make sense to her, because of how her parents had taught her, before they died. Those damn sentences that would affect the coyote, those ones that hurt her, even though she would be more than happy to brush them off, that made Crow think that it was no use worrying. The loner had made it worst. She just wanted to leap and shred those two, bloodied gore. Something would have to start, and she didn't want to start it in the first place. Crow refrained from making a low growl, for which it would potentially start a fight, not now, not the right time. Even so, what was the right time? A signal from the Akita? No, something that would set off the other dogs, sadly, the loner had come. Supposedly on Metnal. The chances were smaller, shorter. Two-on-three. The fact that they weren't that muscular, gave another disadvantage, the fact that she was so young, another point. They'd be able to kill the coyote in minutes. Heck, seconds probably. That long face just turned into a twisted, angry expression. Most canines knew her for her high-temper. She could just flare up from a measly, little tease. This time, their was no exception. The coyote quickly drew her lips back, showing long canids that were ready to tear flesh. Her chest stung. Which made it even more hard to hate. Hate. The thing that drew her more into being crazy, soon enough, the coyote would turn crazy herself. Like that mutt of Metnal. Even though that would be a long way off. If she ever was thinking of whether she'd rather go to the place where she died, the fae would chose to roam the Earth, at least she'd haunt that stupid queen of Metnal. With those hackles raised, she'd be able to leap at that mutt or loner, who ever was the closest. Her muscles had turned stiff from anger and freight. Their names? She wouldn't know, one, maybe Maxxie, but dogs always are making nicknames. Digging her paws into the grass, she looked at them. Hard. Those flames had burned her one time, and she wouldn't fall victim again. The coyote would fight. She'd fight today, and their was nothing stopping her. IC puppet::Crow Word Count::553 Voices be heard::...

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[Nuclear]

[bg=white][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] The small smirk stayed plastered on the mutts face as he listened to the black and brindle beast before him. Within his skull, he was ignoring what this cripple had to say, the only thing he could focus on was how the voice of the Shepard sounded much like what he imagined a serpent would. This thought, made the half smile grow even further up his maw. Nuclears attention flicked away from the vile creature only momentarily when the instigating wolf neared the four canines. A simple move of the head, flick of the ear and a stare that lasted a second too long was all the consideration he gave the colossal white wolf before turning back towards the Metnal Shepard. Now that he was in the game, the lone wolf, who was obviously not part of these lands, meant nothing to him. He had no time for these games nor the focus to waste. Everything he had said to the scarred canine was true. Nuke was unhappy with his current situation, all he cared for was his revenge. He believed with all his heart that the queen would be totally surprised by what he was capable of doing. The egotistical bitch would never assume such a small group of canines would enter upon her lands and if no one else did, that one lone mutt would have the audacity and courage to attack her without a moments notice. Yes, he thought, she would indeed be surprised. Toriety had, what appeared to Nuke, a sudden burst of raw bravery bursting from her lips. This only added gasoline to the fire that was raging inside his gut, causing his face to change into a look of complete boredom. They could all sit here and play these cat and mouse games for the rest of the afternoon, something that he wasn't interested in. The whole plan, the idea, was like a drug. The images were a temporary fix, but he could feel the burning sensation rising up. The one that needed the real deal, the blood of a Metnal Alpha. "As much as I would just love to stand around here looking like an idiot chit chatting with some cripple and his pet wolf, I have a responsibility to these young ladies to get them where we need to go. So if you don't mind, we'll be on our way." With his final words, he raised himself from his haunches and proceeded to walk nearly straight into the black Shepard, nudging him with his shoulder. Although he was completely focused on his task at hand, he still hoped the others would follow him and stilled hoped even more that he would reach his goal before he died, especially with the act he just pulled.

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[Scáth]

[bg=303030][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] 'Show me how to lie You’re getting better all the time And turning all against the one Is an art that’s hard to teach...' "You put on an awful good show, cripple, though I may have to question your claim regarding your stupidity." Scáth turned his head in the direction of the husky, feminine voice, pinpointing its source; the akita bitch acting as a 'subtle' shield for her smaller coyote packmate. Interesting, how he hadn't even given a growl and they were all on edge, ready to defend themselves and each other. It only furthered the proof in the Dutch Shepherd's mind that they were not here for just ' a chat ' as the Elysian mutt claimed. Despite his train of thought, the black-brindle sat patiently, listening with his crooked grin never faltering. "How would your queen feel if she didn't have an opportunity to decide. We all know how she gets her fur in a twist if she doesn't have the control." Scáth pretended to consider those words. "Why thank you for opening my eyes, fine lady. I would never have thought that my leader should be the one making the decisions." His voice was light yet sarcastic, his dark burgundy gaze glinting mirthfully as he added, "Like I said before; what should I care? Sunshine's well-capable of handling you herself." Scáth sat back, parting his jaws in a brief yet intimidating display of sharp, slightly yellowed teeth as he yawned. His eyes wandered over in the coyote bitch's direction, observing her twisted, angry face and those bared teeth with mild interest. It was clear by now that he was the only one at ease in this situation, which didn't bother him in the slightest as, unlike these three, he had no intention of instigating a fight today. Not that he wouldn't join in later, when someone else did. Scáth's crippled facade was just that; a facade. He was fast, powerful, and knew how to fight. His experience in going for the kill - and whatever rumours were spread about him, he always went for the cleanest kill possible - and his shockig agility made him an invaluable warrior for Metnal. Not that many would ever know, because when Scáth got involved the enemy generally didn't live to tell the tale. "As much as I would just love to stand around here looking like an idiot chit chatting with some cripple and his pet wolf, I have a responsibility to these young ladies to get them where we need to go. So if you don't mind, we'll be on our way." Scáth snickered quietly at the mutt's boldness; he didn't so much as curl up his lip as the Elysian walked practically straight through him, pushing him aside with his shoulder as he passed. Truthfully, this was where most dogs would have snapped and leapt forwards to retaliate, but of course the Dutch Shepherd was not most dogs. His indifference to hierarchy made him feel no offence; uncaringly he, too, rose to his feet, grinning still, and limped casually after the mutt. This move put himself between the mutt and his two packmates, and Scáth was aware of that. He looked back over his shoulder, a parody of expectancy. Come along now, children, keep up or you'll get lost. "So, what's your plan Sir Knight? Got a clue where you're goin', or are ya just wingin' it?" 'There’s something in your way And now someone is gonna pay And if you can’t get what you want Well it’s all because of me...'

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[Toriety]

[bg=b5ad8d][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] Rounded optics slowly found themselves narrowing as she forced her fear to the deepest parts of her being. This brave facade was something very new to her, something she had never used before. It was almost as intimidating as the seemingly insane beast that had greeted them as they crossed the borders. Her focus tunneled upon the Metnal brute before her listening to the eery sounds that bubbled from his crooked maw. He reminded her of a vulture, circling....lurking....playing with it's kill. "Why thank you for opening my eyes, fine lady. I would never have thought that my leader should be the one making the decisions. Like I said before; what should I care? Sunshine's well-capable of handling you herself." The sarcasm nipped impatiently at Toriety's nerves, an outburst on ceasing as she couldn't help but scoff at the nickname the disgusting leader had been called by. Sunshine? Of all things in the world to call that horrible creature! Before the churning of her stomach could proceed to cause tension elsewhere within her square frame Nuclear had spoken once again. One radar shifted toward his voice as it filled the atmosphere between the group. "As much as I would just love to stand around here looking like an idiot chit chatting with some cripple and his pet wolf, I have a responsibility to these young ladies to get them where we need to go. So if you don't mind, we'll be on our way." As crazy as he was speaking to the vile shepherd the tone was still a comfort to the Akita. A single brow began to elevate as she noted the nonchalant attitude that the opposition had toward the situation. Was this what "Sunshine's" members were all like? Uncaring if rival pack members just waltzed upon their lands? So much for loyalty, or just maybe they weren't as scary as the stories told. Her gaze shifted to the coyote for a moment as if to be sure that the younger fae was fairing well in the situation before swiftly returning to the brindled male. Curiosity painted her canvas as she closely watched the shepherd mix's bold attempt to push the rival brute on edge. Auds crashed against her skull, her rear raising in anticipation and all for absolutely no good reason. Nuke managed to nearly plow through the other dog without so much as a twitch in response. Maybe this dog was really crazy after all. Slowly motion began keeping the cadence with the pair in front of her. It was slightly uncomfortable to be separated from her pack member who led the way, yet her voice remained unbroken as she summoned the coyote to follow, "Let,s move on shall we?" A calculating gaze watched the male directly in front of her, waiting for any ill attempt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count • 489 Whispers • ...

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[Nuclear]

[bg=white][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] The only moment Nulcear lost focus on the terrain in front of his paws was when he lurched his head towards the two faes and the Metnal brute, only making sure that the females were in tow. Noticing that the brute had placed himself in between the group, separating them, Nuke turned his head forward again. His face screamed displeasure but he kept on walking. He didn't like the way the Metnal Shepard had broken them up, but right now, he couldn't be arsed in worrying over it too much. It was probably for the best anyway, right? It meant the two faes would be outside the circle of attacks and would at least have a chance to run before the focus shifted towards them. Having absolutely no idea where he was going, his head stayed high. Ears swiveling in all directions and his nose ferociously twitching constantly, trying to pick up anything that might give him a clue of which direction to go. Nuke has always been a calm individual, even in the harshest of circumstances he has always been able to control his temper and avoid confrontation. When the Dutch Shepard that was nearly on Nukes heels, or so it felt, spoke to him in such a calm, laid back manner, all of his prior conservations fell through the ground. He stopped in his tracks, turned and approached the brute. Nukes nose nearly touched his as he looked straight into his eyes. His entire demeanor suggested complete relaxation aside from the fiery gaze he now shot out. "Listen. Lets drop the facade for a moment. You know why we're here and you know that we are not going to retreat until we've spoken to your queen. So either you lead the way or get lost. I'm sure you have some other souls to be tormenting elsewhere. What say you?"

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The idea of convincing a Metnal member that they were interested in joining the ranks was now lost. This dog knew they were here for no such thing. If nothing else, the deceitful pack could assume that Elysian was here to talk. To work out some sort of... peace between the two packs. Because, why would three lonely souls from a rival pack approach the lands to claim war? It would be an insane suicide mission. Not even the prideful, crazy Metnal would risk something that extreme. But, Nuke thought, they had never lost their entire reason for living.

Unblinking, Nuke continued to stare right into the Shepards eyes. The blurred vision of the two Elysian members behind Metnal was the only thing that made his new found bravery last this long.

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[Scáth]

[bg=100000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,450,table][color= Scáth's brugundy orbs glinted with amusement at the expression on the Akita bitch's face; his nonchalance and casual, unfazable nature was a shock, clearly. Unsurprising, really, seeing as not one of his Metnal comrades would ever have tolerated such a blatent show of bold disrespect from the Elysian mutt who stalked on ahead of them. If the bitch had wondered at his sanity before, now she seemed certain that he was crazy. Ah, yes. Scath was crazy. Fractured, fake, and absolutely bonkers. "Let's move on, shall we?" The Dutch Shepherd heard the Akita bitch question her coyote companion as he limped just behind the Elysian mutt, all the time feeling her calculating gaze burning into his nape. He had turned his head back just in time to see the mutt glance back to check his friends were following; when he saw Scáth practically on his heels, deliberately seperating him from the bitches, his eyes said it all. Scáth's grin broadened as the mutt turned his head forward again, determinedly striding on and trying to hide his displeasure. It was priceless, especially since by the way his ears swivelled Scáth could tell that the fool had no clue as to where he was supposed to be going. At the black-brindle dog's casually voiced query, the mutt halted abruptly and swung around. Scáth came to a stop as well, standing his ground as the Elysian put himself practically nose to nose and meeting the fiery gaze with his own, amused dark burgundy irises. "Listen. Lets drop the facade for a moment. You know why we're here and you know that we are not going to retreat until we've spoken to your queen. So either you lead the way or get lost. I'm sure you have some other souls to be tormenting elsewhere. What say you?" Ah, so the pretence had been dropped at last. Scáth's crooked grin left, allowing his lips to form a somewhat solemn straight line that was such a rare occurance on his twisted muzzle. The 'seriousness' did not reach his eyes, but his voice, when it spoke again, was dark, deep and frighteningly fluent. The casual, humorous cackling tone had been simply discarded like a clump of shedded hair. " Well, well, would you look at that? That's some real homicidal intent in those eyes... You're seriously suicidal over your warped fantasy of revenge, aren't you? " Scáth twitched an ear in the direction of the Elysian females behind, his gaze steady, his eyes never leaving the mutt's. "I'm on nobody's side here. If you want me to play travel guide for you to fulfill your little suicide mission, I'll do so. But why lead the young ladies to a pointless, violent death as well? I don't know about maternal-Akita over there, but your coyote friend isn't likely to have her own human victim to seek vengeance for." Like most canines, this mutt drew courage from having his companions with him. The real question Scáth posed to him now was not 'do you want them involved', but 'are you serious enough to do this alone?' Because when it came down to it, the mutt would be on his own in his attempt to get a shot at Erida. And he would be on his own when Scáth took him out - for Scáth would be the one taking him out. The Elysian mutt was not the only one to have lost loved ones in the massacre, and his decision to act on his grief, his rage, was an act of idiotic courage that deserved a swift end upon achieving his goal. Being tortured and tormented, left begging for death in a lake of his own blood was not the way the mutt would wish to go. Scáth would let him go down fighting, with the brief taste Metnal queen's blood on his tongue.

[Toriety]

[bg=b5ad8d][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] A single ear glued itself upon the coyote, it's match swiveling continuously in a blind search for any signs of danger that may be lurking nearby. This entire situation was not something that Toriety had expected. Though their plan had dictated that they would get much further then this point, within her heart she had never believed they'd live to cross the borders. It was not something that she could completely accept, the fact that it was just the four of them here in this area. There had to be something else going on. At least, that's how most packs would have worked. An ambush from behind, from the shadows? All attention, other than the radars dancing upon her skull, were locked upon the limping gait in front of her. Her mind was tumbling over what the best option for her to do would be having been deliberately separated from Nuclear. Should she fall back to keep up the rear in case an ambush was up the despicable creatures' fur? Although her attentions were so focused upon the male setting her own pace through the rocky terra her mind was else where. She hadn't noticed the sudden pause that had occurred with the two brutes until she was nearly on top of the dutch shepherd. The closeness would have typically made the fae jump back offering him his personal space once again, but most importantly taking her own space back. However her moist, black digit hovered over the Metnal warrior's right flank, her maw angled slightly downward. Hot steam shot in a rhythmic pattern from flared nares colliding with the black brindled fur of the dog's thigh. Paws, rather massive for a fae grew roots, black nails clawing into mother's hide as irises locked upon the leading mixed breed. There was a sudden rush of adrenaline burning through the intricate webbing of veins as it was realized that if this cripple was indeed alone they may have the upper paw as he became sandwiched between the two Elysian frames. The admittance of their purpose here was clearly offered, only adding to the excitement rushing through the akita's body. The serious of the shepherd dog's voice forced a single side of her maw to rise into a sneer, "I'm on nobody's side here. If you want me to play travel guide for you to fulfill your little suicide mission, I'll do so. But why lead the young ladies to a pointless, violent death as well? I don't know about maternal-Akita over there, but your coyote friend isn't likely to have her own human victim to seek vengeance for." How dare he assume such things? How dare he attempt to separate the trio even more? A low rumbling growl bounced for a moment off of her rib cage, ping ponging left to right until her voice finally found it's escape route, "Why don't you just bring us where we want to go and stop fooling around, cripple? Your assumptions are becoming rather tiring." Surely she didn't know if Crow had a reason for seeking revenge like the other two Elysian dogs, but she was part of their family. Surely she had her own reasons for joining their ranks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count • 555 Whispers • ...

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[crow]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Narrowing her eyes at the old cripple, the coyote stood back, she had her own problems to be joining Elysian Pack, even though nobody really knew. Her family had lived in what her dad called a 'sanctuary', and they had been token care of what they said a 'vet' of come kind. The vet had been killed on that hurtful, dreadful day. She had grown close to the vet, the vet had fed her, and healed her. Being one of the young ones, one of those orphans that had to go on the streets were already enough.It was clearly better when she and her sibling joined the pack. The tension almost made the air to hard to breath in, as the coyote feared that the life she had bonded with, would leave her. Father had spoken, the sounds of a battle were emerging. The fae walked towards the Akita, it was mere a few seconds before the blood blood would splatter. She didn't want to speak, no, she hadn't, she didn't. She doubt the old cripple couldn't resist to make another harsh remark. As she toke a step forward, a growl had emerged from the very midst of her sides. IC puppet::Crow Word Count::22-somethin Voices be heard::Sorry, 'tis so short, just wanted to get it over with

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[Nuclear]

[bg=white][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] The Metnal beast had touched the one tender subject that the red coloured mutt had left at this very moment. His nostrils flared and his eyelids twitched just a fraction more open than they were with the pupils of his eyes expanding and contracting rapidly. It wasn't as if Nuke hadn't thought of the two females in tow with him, but the idea of bringing up all his intentions to them scared the living hell outta Nuke. They had to have known that this wasn't going to be easy, that it was going to be dangerous, life threatening. Nuke would much rather leave it all at that. Talking about what might happen would inflict useless fear and confusion among the group. So he had left the topic alone, only allowing them to follow if they wished. But under it all, he wouldn't have gotten this far without their support. The dark brown oculars on his face shifted slightly when Toriety spoke, focusing on her just long enough for her words to escape her maw, before shooting back directly into the Shepards eyes, a smirk forming on his face when the growl rumbling within Crows chest hit his lobes. He looked into the Metnal pack members eyes a moment longer before stepped casually to the side, to the side of the Dutch Shepard and closer to his comrades. "I think that's a sufficient answer for the both of us, don't you? The ball is in your court, chief."

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Nuclear cocked his head towards the two Elysian members before giving them a deep, warm, thankful smile. His eyes seemed to slowly drag themselves towards their feet as the smile faded, his mind twirling with thought of the risk he was allowing them to take. This only lasted a fraction of a second before he reverted his attention back to their faces. A look that screamed questions crossed his face, eyes darting back and forth to each of theirs. He was hoping for a nod of encouragement from the faes or something similar to let him know that they were in it for themselves... not him.

In the same respect, he turned towards the vile creature next to him once again, and gave a shallow slow nod to express his readiness to move on with things. It wouldn't be much longer before he received his taste of revenge. The saliva once again returned to his tongue at the thought.

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[enantios]

[bg=black] The red brute's long, lean pillars carried him smoothly over the wild earth. He'd gone off on his own to think, perhaps to find any traces of his mother. However he'd caught the scent of a rabbit. Good pickings if it were a plump one. He could give it to the pups or the den keepers or the elderly pack members. Anyway, it wouldn't be good to dissape -ar then return empty-handed. The leaves were crushed and pulverized under his large pads, his no -se lowered close to the ground as not to loose the scent. There! His am -ber opticals locked onto a rabbit. It was white with a flittering pink nose. His lips pulled back over his maw in a doggish grin, exposing his rows of yellowed snappers. His haunches bunched and he threw hims -elf forward toward the small prey. It bolted, tearing through the und -ergrowth, but he wasn't going to let it escape. His senses zoned in on the rabbit, everything moving in slow motion as his foot falls carried him closer and closer to the fleeing rodent. He saw at the rodent disapeared through some brush, thundering thr -ough it, he skidded to a halt at the edge of a smalle drop off. The rabbit was no where to be seen. His dome scanned teh area then a noise caug -ht his attention, followed by a scent. His queen and a male, as well as a scent he didn't recognise. He peered down, watching as small stones tu -mbled down through the leaves, unlodged by his paws as he'd halted hi -mself. He turned and trotted along the edge, toward the scent of his qu -een, his foot steps thudding against the solidly packed earth, sides brus -hing against the leaves.

[Scáth]

[bg=100000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,450,table][color= Countless times Scáth had proven himself to be vastly different from other canines - especially so from his Metnal packmates -and this time was no exception. The Dutch Shepherd barely twitched an ear in acknowledgement of the Akita bitch's deliberate decision to stand where he was sandwiched between herself and her Elysian packmate; his pelt stayed still, the hairs flat against his relaxed stretch of skin as the female's hot breath hit his flank again and again, washing down to dampen his hock with its humidity. Let the mutts believe they had the upper hand. Let them go on, convinced that they had a chance of taking him out. When the time arose for him to do his duty, Scáth would show them just how fatally wrong these beliefs were. The low rumble of displeasure that arose from the Akita's chest made Scáth chuckle softly. The crooked grin had snaked its way back, reclaiming his muzzle and twisting it into its usual parody of friendliness "Why don't you just bring us where we want to go and stop fooling around, cripple? Your assumptions are becoming rather tiring." "Right you are, fine lady. No more fooling, none at all. After all, assumptions can be very dangerous things to folly about with..." Scáth chuckled again; a deep, dry, bone-cracking laugh. His humorous tone had returned. His burgundy gaze strayed over the Elysian brute's shoulder and caressed the horizon fondly, paying no heed to the young coyote's growl as she, too, closed in on him. His tall, black-brindle frame was a statue of serenity amongst the tense, bristling trio. Scáth's eyes flickered back to meet the Elysian brute's, following the mongrel's movements as he sidestepped out of the black-brindle's way and closed the distance between himself and his female companions. "I think that's a sufficient answer for the both of us, don't you? The ball is in your court, chief." The Dutch shepherd grinned playfully, showing his yellowed fangs as his tongue lolled briefly out of his jaws to scent the air. The brute's smile towards his packmates did not go unnoticed, nor did the very, very faint yet still recognisable odour of his alphess and her current... Project. " Yup. Let's get this party started, eh? " The brute gave a slow, shallow nod for him to proceed. Scáth set off again, leading the way with a brisk, confident limping pace in the direction of the couple he had left to their own devices not so long ago. The crooked grin on his muzzle now was one of anticipation as well as amusement, his rippling muscles ready for the bloodshed that would inevitably ensue mere minutes after Erida and the Elysian mutts were introduced. It wouldn't take long. Up, over the ridge, down to the left, over a bank, through a cluster of trees, up the slope. Roughly 2 miles distance, about an hour's travel at his usual limping gait, perhaps closer to half an hour at a brisk trot; not that they'd have much luck in pushing him into a trot.

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[♦€rida♦]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/vskmdv.jpg] Success once again. Would any really be surprised that she managed to lure this dumb animal into a tangled web of deceit? Surely none that knew the dark queen well. The sleek doberman bitch lay upon the soft strands of grass, slender limbs stretching forward acting as a head rest. Contentment had seemed to saturate her entire being, radiating in a brilliant aura around the fae. She was surely content, although the rottweiler that was nearby would be clueless as to the true reasons. The ideas that were probably flowing through his thick skull skipped through her thoughts....lovey dovey crap. The thoughts were enough to make her insides twist in nausea, forcing a sneer to lift a single side of her maw and scrunch her forehead. How disturbing to even consider it. She was surprised she made it through the whole act without losing her last meal. Yet this was the life of a leader, sacrificing herself for her pack. At least this is how Erida saw it. Her plan had played out just as expected, the only hiccup being Scath's irritating way of sticking around to hold her up for so long. To think, she could have had completed her task so much earlier if it wasn't for his antics. No matter how irritating his words had been as they threatened to clue the large brute into the fact that he was some form of a target she couldn't bring herself to be angry with him. Quite frankly, if she were in his place she most likely would have found amusement in the same fashion. All she knew was he was damned lucky that Typhoon hadn't caught onto his play on words or he quite possibly may have lost his life right here upon the ridge. Honey hued optics rolled over the landscape examining the area as her thoughts fell back to the plan. She had planned in detail up until this point, however left out one key issue. How would she manage to get rid of the brute now that she got what she wanted? It could easily be a delicate situation. How long to hold onto the charade? How long could the pack keep it up? Before a course of action could be calculated the sound of nearby pawfalls tugged cropped radars to attention. A low growl vibrated the she-devil's chest against the earth in annoyance as once again her train of thought was interrupted. Slowly slim pillars lifted her bodice from the ground and to her full height. Black nares expanded pulling inward the scent of those approaching. There was a myriad of smells coming from the area where the sounds were approaching. Dog, coyote, male, female....Elysian.....and Scath? What the hell did he think he was doing bothering her at this time, let alone bringing company? A smooth motion began, the doberman's dove hued frame sliding over the terrain as if it were in liquid form. An angled skull was held high upon a well muscled neck, topped off by alert triangular soldiers. The fur lining her spine rose into short spikes leading down to a tail that lifted as high as was possible for it's size and shape. The facade was gone, this was a bitch on a mission. Almond shaped occulars narrowed into a piercing gaze as she ascended the rocky ledge that offered her a view of her warrior alongside the scummy pets of past. A sharp, demanding bark shot from the demoness' maw. The words were seeping with annoyance, aggravation, disapproval all backed by a force that was building since she had begun playing actress for that hulking mass of shit dog. "Scath! What the hell are you bringing these pampered pets here to me for? You KNEW I was busy. You should have simply done away with them the moment they considered crossing onto these lands." The words ended abruptly. No consideration was taken into the fact that the rottweiler may be nearby, he may be able to hear the harsh tone of her voice, or the words lined with sheer hatred. It didn't matter now. He could leave without the bitch blinking an eye at this point. She had what she wanted.

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[Toriety]

[bg=b5ad8d][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] The rolling chuckle clashing through the Dutch Shepherd's chest nearly pushed the femme physically backward. It was as if the laughter's fingers rose from the beast clutching at Toriety, daring her to make another move. Her frame became solid, frozen there upon the terra watching in irritation, nervousness jumping sporadically behind rounded optics. Breath ceased to be exchanged with the outside atmosphere as she stood, watching the males in silence. It had seemed to be an eternity before the three pack mates were together once again. Crow had pulled up beside her from the rear, Nuclear sidestepping to close the distance between the pair. Muscles soothed under her skin as the heat from the other Elysian members radiated against her thick buff pelt. She easily moved forward as the Metnal dog offered the way to his leader....Sunshine as he had called her previously. A thick, hardy frame moved effortlessly through the terrain, her own paw pads pressing firmly into the earth directly above the guide's. The stench of the dogs that called these lands home seemed to saturate the entirety of the terrain. Each step forced the vial smell upward, gripping her nostrils and refusing to let go. The urge to shake her skull, to paw at her snout was aching within her bones, yet she pushed forward ignoring the torturous smells. They seemed to have been traveling for far too long. How large was their territory anyway? The questions of where they were really being taken, and what would happen when they arrived had just begun to flow once again when they were abruptly cut off by the echoing sound of jaws snapping into a fierce bark. The akita froze, a front left paw hovering over the rocky ground as the words were deciphered. This was it. This was why they were here. But why was it so much more frightening now? Much scarier then she had ever imagined to be here in front of the bitch herself....directly behind her warrior....upon their lands...and surely this group of four could not be alone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count • 341 Whispers • ...

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[crow]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] The coyote had quickly followed, trying not to smell of the putrid fear. She quickly trotted, trying not to slack. Being so young was very tiring sometimes. Breathing heavily through her large muzzle, the coyote kept her glare, trying to not stumble every so often. Roughly, even two miles tired her. By the time they saw that cold-to-the-bone bitch, she was panting heavily, her chest slumping up and down continuously. Erida That dog that had caused it all. The painful screams of children, the crying of mothers. The death of many, including of their own kind. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at her. Hate. Is it just not a feeling that is endless? Hate swirled inside her chest, momentarily disguising the fear scent. Hate and anguish, more and anxiety too, she just wanted to sink her teeth in the bitch's neck. Feel the blood, feel the power. A tear ran down her muzzle, the pain was too much. Hr head started to hurt. Don't cry, Don't cry you mangy coyote...toughen up! She started to try to blink back the tears. Those thoughts bouncing in Crow's head, back and forth, forward and backwards. Pretty much everywhere. Another small stream of liquid rolled down, wetting the fur and falling slowly into the hard ad cement-like ground. She'd sure be made a fool of, certainly. Images kept flashing in the coyote's mind, everywhere she looked, the humans were scattered, tortured, beaten to death and slain, strewn on the ground. She'd be attacking this very instant, but that stench of fear arose again, masking over her dirt laden pelt. IC puppet::Crow Word Count::283 Voices be heard::...

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